The Day I Remembered My Power
A raw journal of power, remembrance, and reclaiming voice
This wasn’t written to be pretty.
It was written to be true.
A journal entry. A roar. A line in the sand.
The day I stopped shrinking and remembered I was sent here to lead.
For the Warrior Within You
I am divine, untamed, and unapologetically powerful. I expand into my truth. I was sent here to awaken, activate, and lead.
I’m beginning to sense that I am becoming that BITCH!
Yes. Capital. Fucking. Letters.
I feel like I can’t be fucked with anymore.
Fuck fear.
Fuck the system.
And whoever else out there beyond the veil who has intentions that aren’t for my highest good…
Fuck them.
I’m no longer scared.
I’m no longer shrinking myself to make others comfortable.
I’m grateful and humble—but I will no longer play down my greatness on account of anyone.
I’m embodying my mission and my purpose. I am here now.
I know who I am.
I know what I came here to do.
I’m no longer asking for permission.
I speak for the women who forgot their power.
The ones who doubt their voice.
The ones who’ve been made to feel too loud, too bold, too much.
You are not too much.
You are a miracle unfolding.
And it’s time we all remember.
Your Turn to Rise
Have you had your own moment of remembering—where you realized you were done shrinking?
What does standing in your power look like for you?
Share your story in the comments or write it out in your journal. Either way…
Own it. Claim it. Rise.
The world is ready for you.
You were never broken — only buried.
When you remember your power, you remember your truth.
And once it returns, it doesn’t leave. You just keep rising.
Julie Renee